Love at the Wrong Table
Chapter 2302 A Dance That Shook the City!
That year, there was no Maestro Moretti yet.
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Jane’s performance at Golden Ivy Hall in Zovince National Theater still took place as scheduled.
Three hours before the show, the area beneath Golden Ivy Hall was already teeming with eager spectators. Countless people had spent fortunes or pulled strings just to secure a seat, all for the chance to witness the graceful beauty’s breathtaking dance.
“Did you hear? The eldest daughter of the Tanner family became one of the Four Beauties of Zovince as soon as she arrived!”
“They say she trained under a mysterious master from beyond the mortal world. Not only is her beauty unmatched, but her dancing could enchant even the gods themselves!”
“And tonight, her accompaniment is none other than the Music Saint, personally named by the Dawnbringer!”
“Heavenly melodies paired with an elegant dance! Oh, please let it start already—my heart can barely take the anticipation!”
Golden Ivy Hall, as the national stage, had always been a place of solemnity and silence. Yet that night, even the presence of high–ranking officials couldn’t suppress the restless excitement of the guests.
Just as the atmosphere seemed ready to ignite, the lights suddenly went out.
“It’s starting!”
“It’s starting!”
“The beauty is about to take the stage!”
As the first notes of music resonated through the air, all noise vanished in an instant. The melody of the Music Saint possessed an indescribable magic that could silence even the most restless heart.
The lights softened like a gentle moon, cascading onto the stage like a silver waterfall, revealing an elegant courtyard paved with smooth stone. The stage design added a touch of mystery to the atmosphere.
In the depths of the night’s embrace, a woman stepped gracefully into the courtyard. Her appearance was like the brightest star in the night sky, stealing all the brilliance in an instant. Dressed in a simple white dance gown, her pale pink hem fluttered with the breeze, making her seem like a blooming flower defying the wind.
At that moment, she stole the hearts of everyone present.
Her beauty was ethereal and otherworldly–delicate brows arched like distant mountains, eyes as deep as autumn lakes, and lips tinged with a faint, elegant hue, like a fairy stepping out of a painting. Every movement of hers exuded grace and vitality, as if her dance were telling an ancient, beautiful story.
The music drew the audience into her tale, and they became so captivated that their very souls seemed to surrender willingly.
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cascaded like a waterfall tumbling from a cliff. Every glance she cast seemed to steal one’s breath- captivating without being vulgar, alluring without being excessive. Her dance was as pure and beautiful as a mountain stream, pulling the audience into a trance from which they could not escape.
That night, the nobles and dignitaries watching the performance felt as if they had stepped into paradise.
They never thought paradise could be so tangible—all because of that music and the breathtaking blossom that bloomed before them.
After the performance ended, silence lingered for what felt like an eternity, as if the audience had just awoken from a century’s slumber, too dazed to speak.
“Bravo! Magnificent! Absolutely beautiful!”
With the first shout, the hall instantly erupted into thunderous applause and cheers.
“She’s like a blossom from heaven itself! I’ve just witnessed the most beautiful flower to ever bloom in this world!”
“Maestro! I love you! I would do anything just to see you dance again!”
“Ah! Maestro, I adore you! I’d do anything–anything–just for another chance to witness your dance!”
No one had ever witnessed such a scene of madness before.
After all, those who gained entry to Golden Ivy Hall that night were undeniably some of the most influential figures in Chanaea. These individuals were masters of self–control, especially in public, where they would never act out of turn–unless they simply couldn’t help themselves.
And Jane was the one who made them lose control.
She became a blossom from paradise itself, stealing their souls and leaving them utterly captivated.
When the performance ended, she made no grand declaration but simply said, “Thank you, Mr. Barton, for inviting me to bloom on this stage. Should Artemis be elected president, I hope I’ll have the honor of performing at the president’s invitation once more!”
With that single dance, she enchanted the masses and created a performance that would forever be an unsurpassable legend in Chanaea’s dance community.
And with that single statement, she altered the course of the Chanaean election.
Artemis‘ lead continued to grow, widening beyond what Atticus could reverse, no matter how hard he tried. But it also brought Jane a disaster that threatened her very life.
“Mr. Sheffield–Grey, I beg you… please don’t kill Jane!”
Yorick, having learned that Atticus was determined to eliminate Jane at all costs, bowed and pleaded with his boss not to go through with it.
Atticus, however, seized him by the collar, his eyes bloodshot with fury. “Do you have any idea how much that woman has ruined for me?! A lifetime of planning–destroyed by her! She didn’t just ruin me; she ruined this entire nation! This entire people! She’s a witch sent to curse Chanaea–she must die!”
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Atticus had shown him immeasurable kindness over the years, and now that he had ordered Yorick to eliminate Jane, there was no choice but to accept the mission. Yet, how could he possibly bring himself to kill the woman he loved most?
“What should I do? What the hell should I do?!”
Yorick stood alone at the edge of a cliff, his anguished voice echoing across the sky and forest below.
A tiger was a solitary creature by nature. Other than Santiago, he had no friends left. Now, that friend stood on the opposite side of this conflict, while the benefactor to whom he owed everything was forcing him to take the life of the woman he adored.
Loyalty on one hand, love on the other–he couldn’t choose between them.
At that moment, the mighty Savage Martial Saint found himself contemplating death.
He couldn’t bring himself to harm Jane, but he also couldn’t betray or disappoint Atticus. There seemed to be only one way out.
Yet just as he was about to make his final decision, a voice called out from behind him, “The mighty Savage Martial Saint–standing at the pinnacle of the martial world–and yet you’re nothing more than a simple- minded coward. How utterly laughable!”
Irritated and on edge, Yorick spun around, his tiger–like gaze locking onto the man who had dared to taunt him. His voice was cold as ice. “Who are you?!”
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The man’s face was hidden beneath a mask, clearly having prepared. And the fact that he had approached within a hundred yards without being detected made one thing clear–his strength was likely on par with Yorick’s own.
“Who I am doesn’t matter. I’m here to save your life,” the masked man replied. “If you want to keep living, I have a suggestion for you. If not, go ahead and jump–I’ll just turn around and leave.”
“You think you can just come here, insult me, and walk away? Stay right where you are!” Yorick lunged forward, striking with an open palm.
Beyond teaching the man a lesson, Yorick’s martial instincts were also at play. As a warrior obsessed with combat, he couldn’t resist testing his strength against a worthy opponent.
And the masked man did not disappoint. They exchanged more than thirty blows, yet neither could gain the upper hand. What unnerved Yorick most, however, was the sense that his opponent had yet to unleash his full power.
“Who the hell are you?!” Breathing hard, Yorick demanded an answer once more. “With strength like yours, could you be one of the New Seven Saints?”
In the past, the martial world had been governed by the titles of the Three Gods and Ten Saints. But after Lucian single–handedly eliminated all ten of the old saints, a new era began.
The titles bestowed upon Yorick, Santiago, and Liora had come directly from Lucian himself—a man whose legendary status gave him the right to name the saints of a new generation.
In the years that followed, rumors began to circulate of a new group known as the New Seven Saints— clearly the product of a nowerful force oneratino from the shadows for without such hacking they could
